The Great Doctor Girl

At this moment, Huang Junhao's mechanical limbs suddenly lost control and stabbed towards my back.

At the critical moment, the white tiger jade pendant given to me by my master automatically protected me, and the fire of Nirvana made my whole body burn with pain.

When Huang Junze's calm eyes reflected the ninth-grade lotus platform blooming on my lower back, he seemed to have made a great decision and said slowly: "I know it's a little late to say this now, but I can't hide it anymore. My father used the Taotie Swallowing Heaven Formation to help Su Junsheng, your father, to trap your grandfather's soul, which eventually led to the fire..." His words shocked me, and the questions that once existed in my heart were now gradually pieced together like a puzzle.

"You knew this a long time ago, didn't you?" I yelled at him angrily.

"No, Luo Shu, I just found out too! Otherwise I wouldn't tell you." His lips trembled and he clenched his fists.

"How can I believe you?" My husband's father turned out to be an accomplice in the destruction of my entire family.

In that chaotic moment when the building tilted and the city was twisted by a strange force, a series of broken images flashed through my mind without warning.

In the dim room, the mother, Zhiyue, the descendant of the Southern Vermillion Bird, was tightly wrapped in a cloud of dark mist. Her eyes were full of pain and struggle, as if she was being clamped by an invisible dark force.

This sudden image jarred me, and a deep sense of unease welled up within me. I subconsciously focused my attention, digging deeper into the vague clues. As more fragments emerged, the truth gradually surfaced, like a bolt from the blue, nearly shaking me.

It turned out that Huang Junhao had secretly attacked his mother a few days ago.

He used a mysterious and evil technique to imprison his mother's consciousness, attempting to control the powerful Suzaku power in her body to further his crazy conspiracy against Huang Junze.

My mother's passing wasn't the heroic sacrifice I'd always imagined, but rather a crucial part of Huang Junhao's meticulous plan. He intended to use this desperate situation to unleash the power hidden within me, allowing me to achieve nirvana amidst pain and suffering, prompting the lotus in my lower back to blossom, and ultimately bring this power under his control.

Once upon a time, I firmly believed that my mother and I, who had finally been reunited, would be protected forever. This belief supported me through countless difficult years.

But now, the cruel truth lay stark before my eyes, like a sharp dagger piercing my heart. Anger, grief, and unwillingness—all sorts of emotions swirled and swirled within me, a raging fury burning in my chest, threatening to consume me.

I bit my lower lip hard, tasting a hint of blood, and my nails dug deep into my palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

I secretly swore in my heart, Huang Junhao, I will make you pay back this blood debt a thousand times!

At this moment, a distant and solemn bell sound came from the direction of the delivery room, as if crossing the boundaries of time and space, awakening me from the abyss of anger.

I protected the twins and rolled into the fire escape, where I saw Huang Junhao standing on the roof, operating the bronze compass.

The city skyline was distorting and reorganizing, and the patterns of the formation that emerged under his feet completely matched the spots of light and shadow in the children's full moon photos.

When the remaining Vermillion Bird spirit of my mother broke through the layers of seals and emerged from the ground, the lotus behind me seemed to be inspired by some powerful force and finally bloomed completely.

In an instant, golden patterns all over the sky shone like bright stars, and Qingyao's real letter for help slowly floated out from the chest of the fake body. At the same time, the tortoise shell hexagram of the descendant of Bei Xuanwu exploded in the air, revealing the scene of Bixuan trapped in the underwater laboratory.

"The way of Yi medicine is to keep things alive." I bit my fingertips and drew Tai Chi between the twins' eyebrows. The Heluo star map dormant in their pupils suddenly lit up.

When the power of inheritance and quantum technology collided in the meridians to create sparks of the eight extraordinary meridians, I finally saw the key to breaking the deadlock - what Huang Junhao carefully cultivated was not the poisonous insect, but the power that forced me to awaken.

The moment the scalpel cut open the wrist vein, blood imbued with the Five Elements and Six Qi principles from the Yellow Emperor's Classic of Internal Medicine soaked the floor tiles. Brain-computer interface users across the city suddenly woke up en masse, their electronic eyes gleaming with golden light, and they chanted the very words I'd spoken about yesterday at the Traditional Chinese Medicine lecture hall: "Harmony between Heaven and Man."

Huang Junhao's compass shattered at that moment. As the talismanic water from the bronze pipe poured back into his seven orifices, I heard my mother's voice, transcending life and death: "My nirvana has never been destruction. It is the heart of a healer that teaches the world to be reborn. Luoshu, you must live well."

Then, amidst the smoke and dust of the collapsing building, I ascended, my twins in my arms, atop a lotus shadow. Thousands of golden threads stretched from the ruins beneath my feet, the meridian patterns of the awakened citizens. As the entire city transformed into a three-dimensional representation of the Huangdi Mingtang, Huang Junhao let out a final roar from the rubble: "You think you've won? This is just the beginning of the cause and effect..."

The sirens of ambulances came from all directions.

I landed in front of the Yiyitang, which had just reopened after renovation. I watched the dawn light dye the sky red, and out of the corner of my eye I saw the lotus on my lower back emitting a golden light.

Qingyao emerged from the morning mist with a genuine Azure Dragon jade pendant, followed by the soaked Bixuan, while the Suzaku, transformed from her mother's residual soul, was singing above the clouds.

"Madam, the first batch of disciples has arrived." The former nanny appeared, carrying Jing Suo and Yining. She lifted her apron to reveal the basalt armor pattern underneath. "As you instructed last night, the Difficult Classic has been adapted into a virtual reality course."

I bent down to kiss the children's needle-pierced fingertips. They giggled and tugged at my falling white hair. As the first rays of sunlight penetrated the quantum cloud left by Huang Junhao, I knew that my medical practice, using the universe as my clinic, had finally reached the point of prescribing and administering acupuncture. And the ultimate conspiracy hidden in the overseas laboratory, with each opening and closing of the lotus flower at my lower back, revealed new symptoms in the yin and yang and five elements.

After dealing with the city's urgent affairs, the dust has settled temporarily, but the haze in my heart has not dissipated with Huang Junhao's defeat.

Looking at the city before my eyes that had just experienced a catastrophe of life and death, people were wandering among the broken walls and ruins, searching for their loved ones or rescuing their belongings. The noisy shouts and cries intertwined together, piercing my heart like needles.

I hugged the twins tightly. They slept soundly in my arms, with tear marks still on their tender little faces.

Qingyao and Bixuan came to my side, their eyes full of fatigue, but also revealed their relief at surviving the disaster.

Qingyao patted my shoulder gently and said softly, "Luoshu, everything is over. We are still here." Bixuan nodded silently and gave me a warm look. My heart warmed and I looked at them gratefully: "Thank you. If it weren't for you, I really don't know what I would do."

Huang Junze stood not far away, his gaze fixed on me, a tinge of guilt and worry. My gaze met his, a chorus of mixed emotions welling up inside me. Thinking of his father's actions, anger and resentment welled up within me once again. He seemed to sense my emotions, hesitated for a moment, then slowly approached me.

"Luo Shu, I..." He just opened his mouth when I interrupted him.

"I don't want to hear it right now. I need time." I turned my head away, not wanting him to see the tears in my eyes. His father was an accomplice in the destruction of my family, and this hurdle was too difficult for me to overcome.

Huang Junze opened his mouth but said nothing. Finally, he turned around and left silently, his back looking extremely lonely.

In the past two days, the thrilling life-and-death struggles and the ruthless revelations of cruel truths have completely overwhelmed me like a surging tide. I am exhausted both physically and mentally and can no longer hold on. My legs go weak and I fall straight down while staggering.

Huang Junze heard the sound, turned, and rushed forward, holding me firmly in his arms. His arms were strong yet cautious, as if he was afraid of hurting me in the slightest. "Luo Shu! Luo Shu!" He called my name anxiously, the panic and worry in his voice pouring out like a flood.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a familiar, warm bedroom. Gentle sunlight filtered through the half-drawn curtains, dappling the bed. Huang Junze had been reclining by the window. Seeing me awake, he jerked upright. His eyes were bloodshot, his chin covered in stubble. He looked gaunt, but his gaze, filled with unconcealed joy and concern, was filled with him. "You're finally awake..." He breathed a sigh of relief, his voice a bit hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a while.

He slowly stood up, quickly walked to the bedside, half-crouched down, and looked me in the eye. He raised his hand and gently brushed the strands of hair from my forehead, his movements as gentle as if they were a rare treasure. "Do you know how worried I was during those two days you were in a coma..." His voice trembled slightly, and the pain in his eyes was almost overflowing.

I opened my mouth, but my throat was too dry to make a sound. Huang Junze immediately understood and quickly poured me a glass of warm water. He carefully helped me up and held the glass to my lips. "Drink slowly, don't choke," he whispered, his eyes fixed on me.

After I finished drinking the water and recovered a little, he slowly spoke: "Luo Shu, I know you have too many grievances and pains in your heart. I'm really sorry about my father's affairs..." He lowered his eyes, his eyes full of guilt and self-blame, "But please believe me, I will use everything I have to make up for it and seek justice for you and your family." He held my hand tightly, as if this could give me strength.

Looking at his exhausted yet determined expression, the resentment and grievance in my heart quietly loosened at that moment. "I know this is not your fault, it's just that all this happened too suddenly, I..." My voice choked a little, and my eyes gradually became moist.

Huang Junze gently held me in his arms, as if comforting a wounded child: "I understand, don't push yourself, I will always be with you." His embrace was warm and powerful, allowing me to finally find a sense of peace of mind after going through all the ups and downs.

At this time, the sound of children babbling was heard outside the door, followed by Qingyao's gentle soothing voice.

Huang Junze let go of me slightly and looked out the door: "The children have been clamoring to see you. Qingyao, Bixuan and the nannies took a lot of effort to appease them."

I nodded slightly and whispered, "Let them in."

After a while, Qingyao and Bixuan walked into the room holding the twins. When the two little ones saw me, their eyes lit up instantly. They waved their little arms and called "Mom" in a baby voice.